Jail for Me, Millions for Her - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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I sacrificed three years of my life—behind bars—to save my husband Adam's company. The day I got out, all I got was a lousy dollar bill stuffed in a "grand opening" red envelope.
At first, I thought it had to be a mistake. Then I noticed Lily, the girl standing next to me, holding the same pathetic single dollar in hers.
I pushed down the unease and plastered on a smile, playing the dutiful wife as Adam celebrated his big launch.
But that night, I stumbled across Lily's Instagram. There it was—a gleaming check, posted with the caption: "Congrats on the launch, boss! A million-dollar bonus? You shouldn't have! ;)"
The comments were a sickening chorus of "Power couple!" and "When's the wedding?"
Adam didn't even bother to explain. Instead, he pulled me aside and said, "You just got out of prison—bad optics. Let's keep our marriage quiet for now. Around the office, just call me 'boss.'"
Then he liked Lily's post.
I wiped my cheek dry and dialed his biggest rival. "I'm working for you now."
"You took the fall for Adam's mess for three years," he said, skeptical. "And he promised you a manager role. You're really walking away from that?"
I twisted the dollar bill between my fingers and laughed—sharp, humorless. "Yeah. I'm done."
Just then, Adam materialized in front of me, eyes narrowed. "Done with what?"
I hung up and met his gaze. "The manager position."
Something flickered in his expression—relief? Guilt? Either way, he shrugged. "Good. Lily's getting it. You can start as a clerk."
My stomach dropped.
Three years. Three years in a cell, clinging to his promise: "When you get out, the job's yours." Now? I was just another nameless employee.
And the worst part? He didn't even flinch.
My vision blurred, but before I could react, Adam tossed a contract on the table. "It's a secrecy agreement. For the company's sake."
The words "Secret Marriage Clause" burned into me.
We'd gotten married the day before I turned myself in. Those three years, I survived by dreaming of the life we'd have when I was free.
Now? I was his dirty little secret.
I grabbed the pen and signed without hesitation.
Adam stiffened. "That's it? No argument?"
I didn't look up.
For a long moment, he just stared at the signed paper. Then, voice suddenly soft: "Rachel… once things settle, I'll make it up to you."
I barely grunted in reply as my phone buzzed. The company group chat was blowing up—Lily's promotion announcement.
"She's been by the boss's side all this time. Totally deserved!"
"Next step: wifey status! Save us a seat at the wedding!"
Lily replied with a coy emoji, letting the rumors simmer.
Then, the knife twist: "At least Rachel's 'lucky'—three years in prison, and she still gets to be a clerk. Boss must really love her!"
My grip on the phone turned white-knuckled. When I glanced up, Adam was smiling at his screen—a look so tender, it hit me like a punch.
Was this secrecy really for the company?
Or was it for her?
At first, I thought it had to be a mistake. Then I noticed Lily, the girl standing next to me, holding the same pathetic single dollar in hers.
I pushed down the unease and plastered on a smile, playing the dutiful wife as Adam celebrated his big launch.
But that night, I stumbled across Lily's Instagram. There it was—a gleaming check, posted with the caption: "Congrats on the launch, boss! A million-dollar bonus? You shouldn't have! ;)"
The comments were a sickening chorus of "Power couple!" and "When's the wedding?"
Adam didn't even bother to explain. Instead, he pulled me aside and said, "You just got out of prison—bad optics. Let's keep our marriage quiet for now. Around the office, just call me 'boss.'"
Then he liked Lily's post.
I wiped my cheek dry and dialed his biggest rival. "I'm working for you now."
"You took the fall for Adam's mess for three years," he said, skeptical. "And he promised you a manager role. You're really walking away from that?"
I twisted the dollar bill between my fingers and laughed—sharp, humorless. "Yeah. I'm done."
Just then, Adam materialized in front of me, eyes narrowed. "Done with what?"
I hung up and met his gaze. "The manager position."
Something flickered in his expression—relief? Guilt? Either way, he shrugged. "Good. Lily's getting it. You can start as a clerk."
My stomach dropped.
Three years. Three years in a cell, clinging to his promise: "When you get out, the job's yours." Now? I was just another nameless employee.
And the worst part? He didn't even flinch.
My vision blurred, but before I could react, Adam tossed a contract on the table. "It's a secrecy agreement. For the company's sake."
The words "Secret Marriage Clause" burned into me.
We'd gotten married the day before I turned myself in. Those three years, I survived by dreaming of the life we'd have when I was free.
Now? I was his dirty little secret.
I grabbed the pen and signed without hesitation.
Adam stiffened. "That's it? No argument?"
I didn't look up.
For a long moment, he just stared at the signed paper. Then, voice suddenly soft: "Rachel… once things settle, I'll make it up to you."
I barely grunted in reply as my phone buzzed. The company group chat was blowing up—Lily's promotion announcement.
"She's been by the boss's side all this time. Totally deserved!"
"Next step: wifey status! Save us a seat at the wedding!"
Lily replied with a coy emoji, letting the rumors simmer.
Then, the knife twist: "At least Rachel's 'lucky'—three years in prison, and she still gets to be a clerk. Boss must really love her!"
My grip on the phone turned white-knuckled. When I glanced up, Adam was smiling at his screen—a look so tender, it hit me like a punch.
Was this secrecy really for the company?
Or was it for her?
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